Chapter 2Romantic Car Ride Gone Wrong

I felt like my soul had been ripped out. I stopped struggling, letting them do whatever they wanted.

A single, cold tear slipped from my eye.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, the person on top of me screamed in horror.

“Blood… she, she’s bleeding so much!”

The men scrambled away, terrified.

I lay on the ground like a broken doll. Using my last ounce of strength, I called for an ambulance before collapsing into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard the doctor’s voice.

“I’m sorry, your baby couldn't be saved.”

I looked down at my lower abdomen, tears gushing out uncontrollably.

In five years of marriage with Channing, I had always longed for this child.

But I never imagined…

I closed my eyes, but the tears seemed endless.

After a long while, I took out my phone, my voice hoarse.

“Help me draft a divorce agreement.”

Hanging up, I put the ashes of our baby into a small box and returned home, utterly exhausted.

It was night when I arrived.

As I walked in, I saw Channing and Chloe eating at the dining table.

They were sitting very close, Channing even blowing on the soup and spoon-feeding her one tiny bit at a time.

I had never received such treatment.

Seeing me, Channing's movements stiffened for a second, then he frowned and spoke.

“Why are you only just getting back now?”

In over twenty-four hours, he hadn't made a single call or sent a single message.

Now, his first words were an interrogation.

I forced a sarcastic smile, but my eyes uncontrollably welled up.

It wasn't out of lingering affection for him, but hate for myself for only seeing things clearly now.

Just then, Chloe stood up in a panic.

“Mrs. Blackwood, you’re back… Ugh!”

The next second, she winced, as if enduring immense pain.

Channing’s expression instantly changed.

“Does it hurt a lot? Sit down quickly, don’t move.”

Chloe’s eyes glistened with tears, and she bit her lip, speaking fragilely.

“It’s okay, I’m not hurting.”

Not wanting to witness their loving scene, I turned and went straight into the bedroom.

After carefully placing the urn on the bedside table, I went into the bathroom and scrubbed my body over and over again.

Not just to wash away the traces of that humiliation, but also to erase all memories of Channing.

After a long time, I wiped the water from my face and made a call.

“Elijah, you don’t need to go easy on Channing's company anymore. I’ve decided to divorce him.”

The voice on the other end instantly turned dangerous.

“He hurt you?”

I didn't say much, only:

“I’ve booked a flight to go abroad in seven days. Regardless, thank you for your help these past few years.”

In these seven days, I would make Channing sign the divorce agreement.

Then, I would leave this place forever.